If you can hear a piano fall, you can hear me coming down the hall

By the man who first brought us Every Building on the Sunset Strip. via NYTimes

Yes, they do.

Title credit: The White Stripes, Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground

Forget your acid free paper and glass

Register today!

The line-up is stellar. Take a workshop. Or five.

Title credit: Superchunk, Art Class (Song for Yayoi Kusama)

The sky’s doin fine, just got dust in his eye.

“But if I lived somewhere else, I’d probably think it was boring as shit.”

{Seth on his Canadiana collection}

Seth – Canada’s Comic-Book Hero – video

Title Credit: Danny Schmidt, Neil Young

Spacesick does Ghost Dad

via suburban sprawl music blog, en route to flickr

I was up all night again, boning up and reading the American dictionary

So, last night, around 4am, I decided to nix my house book and start something new. Stupid stupid stupid.

The house book requires an able ankle and better weather, so I’ll save it til spring.

New book is… loose ends right now. Using some graphic elemants rather then photographs (a first for this one). Trying to find text on the wide web, and probably shouldn’t be doing this. Too much crap out there to weed through.

After talking with my youngest sister last night about the science (Science!) of love/lust/attraction/whatever, I started thinking I wanted to make something about long lost grade school crushes. I file these things in the same neo-romantic category I file mix tapes and the like. But… it’s a problematic area. I’m already trying to avoid cheesiness, but this seems absolutely unavoidable.

We’ll see. Could be crap. I started circling the notion with the hopes that I could plow through it in a few days and have something simple that I like, but I can’t seem to make those simple oneliner books. I guess past crushes are a lot like those catchy oneliner lyrics  that you can’t get outta your head, no matter how simple and resolved they seem.

Think I may just take a toothbrush & pillow into school tonight when I go to print. Probably the only way I’ll make it on time, with my nighthawk status getting more and more ridiculous. Sleep is for suckers. At least thats what I’m telling myself.

Title Credit: The National, Brainy

Half of nothing wasted and split again

Ugh. Tirrible night’s sleep last night. Threw me off my game today.

Had crit at 930am. Finally fell asleep around 730am, then woke up, panicked, as was appropriate at 930am. Late for class again, like a jerk.  And my ankle is getting to the really painful part of the healing process. I know this becuase I’ve been poppin advil like tic tacs (and I normally never take more then one, no matter how much something hurts). Ah well. learned my lesson. No snowshoeing in runners.

It’s all ice-storm madness in Raachester. Hype machine. That said, I’m glad I don’t have to drive any further than school tomorrow.

Hurry-UP spring. I know I was all excited about snow, but this is gettin old.

Some lady came into the library today to show off her self-proclaimed ‘artists books’ (single quotes = sarcasm). Wow. One of the books was made by gluing handcut chinese paper people (which she bought “in San Francisco’s China town”) onto a page and then binding it together and stickin her name on it. Uhm, I believe we call that “stealing” in the ‘art world’ which you so much want to be associated with. And it’s not appropriation unless you do something smart with it. And No. Uhu-ing it onto fancy art store scrapbooky pseudo-handmade paper does not count.

Art Bitch signing off.

Some classmates are making some pretty kick ass art. I’m excited about next week’s work share. Got a pantload of work to do before then. Gotta get some better paper for glossy/semi-gloss prints.

Took a break from theory reading tonight to watch a TERRIBLE online tv show at nbc. Called 20something or something inane like that. Was about a ‘writer’ and her roommates and blogging. Terrible. C’mon new 30 Rock episodes, get with the spring and hurry UP!

Here’s a clip of my imaginary boyfriend, Richard Buckner from 1994. I was 13. Good thing he wasn’t my imaginary boyfriend back then.

Title Credit: Richard Buckner, Faithful Shooter

Silhouettes in a window frame

Pretty great show at Bug jar tonight. Lots of kids boppin to the second and third bands and lots of moody dudes (mostly, sorry to generalize) swaying to the first (Norwegian) band.

Talked to the drummer of the first band (a dentist by day – international drummer by night –for real) and made it home by midnight thirty, with lots of time to make some art before bed. I must be getting older. A few years ago, you couldn’t have dragged me outta the bar before closing. And now I’m leaving of my own accord. Hot damn.

Made some headway thinking about my book today and made a bunch of anaglyphs for class in the morning. HopefullyI can get my lazy, late-night lovin butt outta bed in time to go print some of them before class at 930. (ha).

I’m really happy with one of them in particular. Shows a guy loading cardboard in a flatbed truck on Market street, San Francisco. I’ll upload it later when it feels fully resolved. Still have some color balancing to do.

I’m not sure why I am so interested in making these photographs lately. Thought it had something to do with my stereoscopic deficiency, but that seems too easy. I think I like the idea of architecture as the only permanant. People pass by a place a thousand times, btu they never pass by it in exactly the same spot, and definitely not in the exact same lighting/wind/etc conditions. And the building doesn’t move. Well, much.

When lifestyles are so very very temporary, this is kind of novel. But even buildings don’t last, lookin at the sorry state of affairs over at Dubland.

Guess it does weirdly play into the house book. Why can’t I ever make something simple and disconnected?

Title Credit: Ra Ra Riot, Each Year

It’s a bruised and a fallen sky, pressed all up against us

That is correct. 15 efing degrees here in Raaachester. And I’m stuck inside working on book layouts.

Guess it could be worse. (I could be studying for a financial planning exam again. Oh right.)

Title credit: Richard Buckner, 4am

It’s the seven day mile – Has you torn in-between here and running away

Just signed up for a fifth class. If I didn’t sleep much last semester, I’ll have to decrease that to -none- this semester.

Decided Tuesday nights will be Theory of Whatever The Hell I Feel Like Reading at The OT, seeing as my Thursday theory class looks to be more of aThursday filing/archiving class. We’ll see.

Trying not to take on too much, but already feel the pull to do that.

Might be working in the library, on top of 3 studios and 2 electives.  Will be good, though, being able to see the new stuff coming in. Saw a copy of  this on Librarian’s desk, and got all kinds of new ideas flipping through it.

Yeah for books!

I heard it through the VSDub grapevine that my very favourite artist book publishers have something new under their hats. Can’t wait to see what it is.

Back at it.

Title Credit: The Frames,  Seven Day Mile

Better never than late?

I have a serious problem with deadlines, due dates, etc.

I don’t know why I can’t get anything completed before the eleventh hour, but that’s just how it is.

I have a thank-you note dated September that still hasn’t found it’s way into a mailbox. Of course it’s not addressed, so I would have to look up the adress and find the correct postage before mailing it. It would probably take less time to mail than typing this explanation, but it remains in my notebook random stuff pocket.

So, before I sleep tonight, I am going to complete ONE thing: My book that has been waiting to be edited since Dec. 10 or so.

Now that this declaration is live on the interweb, no slacking.

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